A string of coincidences

"I have to bleed myself dry again..."

Lorry sighed inwardly, unfolded the "Book of Dimensions," picked up his teacup, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp, temporarily using it as a container for making ink.

He used Ritual Silver Dagger to cut a wound on his index finger.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Crimson drops of blood fell one by one, quickly accumulating to fill about half a cup.

Lorry sat by the window, closed his eyes, and began to seriously consider how he could use the existing known conditions to push the coincidence forward.

A moment later, he struck Match to light the Kerosene Lamp, took out a silver fountain pen, filled a teacup with ink, and leaned over the table to write.

The lobby of the Inn on Talin Island also functions as Restaurant.

"Besides, many villagers also come here to drink and relax. It's quite common for it to be crowded and for people to share tables during dinner time."

"Clearly, Fors and Hugh, these two good friends, are more likely to have a connection with the family at the next table in the ' Trace Wind ' Inn's buffet Restaurant."

They bumped into each other for the fourth time in the Restaurant on the first floor of Inn in Talin Island.

"Because the place was packed, this wealthy gentleman didn't choose to share a table with the other patrons, but his wife and daughter recognized Fors and Hugh."

"Eating alone is a very boring thing; striking up a conversation with someone you bump into several times a day makes sense in terms of interpersonal communication."

"They felt this way because the two women, one big and one small, had completely forgotten the existence of their son and brother."

"But for some reason that Lorry doesn't know, their sons and brothers were unharmed and were eventually reunited with their families."

Lorry picked up his silver-white fountain pen, and the words on that page immediately changed, as if fading, from their original bright red to a dull color.

The first word suddenly regained its previous luster.

Then the second, the third...

They seemed like living creatures, constantly Awakening from their slumber.

Soon, the first two sections were restored to their original state.

This signifies that reality and fantasy are developing in unison.

The subsequent somber content indicates that the story has not yet progressed to this point.

If a certain aspect of the Real World deviates from the fantasy, leading to a completely different Future, the part that did not happen will simply disappear.

For example, when Lorry tried to use the "Book of Dimensions" to eliminate the Great Smog, most of the content was automatically erased after the plan failed.

"With their abilities, they should be able to help this much."

Lorry had intended to continue writing, but upon noticing the ink was running low, he silently abandoned the idea and turned to the next dark gold page.

He picked up his pen again, and one by one, elegant words appeared on the page.

For some unknown reason, Doris, a history student at Feynapotter University, and her two friends are not staying overnight in Talin Island tonight.

"They Luck enough to book Guest Room, so they didn't have to stay at a villager's house."

"Having lost his appetite, Lorry parted ways with his two companions and decided to go for a walk alone, where he unexpectedly ran into Jansen he had seen during the day."

Luck, none of the people guarding and caring for him happened to be there.

Night fell, and the Red Moon rose.

The seawater had already turned a deep black, and a refreshing evening breeze swept by, ruffling the hair of two young ladies on the deck, adding to their charm.

Seeing this, the Brown-Haired Young Man, Kady, couldn't help but feel his Adam's apple bob.

She's so beautiful...

If we can successfully help her this time...

As he was lost in thought, he suddenly felt the deck beneath his feet jolt violently, nearly causing him to stumble and fall. After regaining his balance, he quickly looked at his two companions.

"Phew!" Seeing that they were all safe and sound, Kady subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Falling down is nothing to worry about.

It would be terrible if I accidentally fell into the sea. Even if I wouldn't be held legally responsible, I wouldn't be able to go back and face their families.

After all, it was his idea to have a New Year's holiday at Desi Bay.

Kane strode toward the nearest Sailor:

What just happened?

"I don't know, maybe I was bumped by an underwater current," the dark-skinned Sailor with a cloth strip tied around his head said in a deep voice.

Undercurrents? Kane's expression changed drastically.

His family was in the import and export business. Although he had never actually worked on a ship, he had heard his elders talk about the Horror of undercurrents more than once.

Many experienced captains have inadvertently made mistakes because of this.

"But what's going on here...?"

Before Kane felt the deck shake violently again.

"Oh no!" The Sailor's face turned pale visibly. He had no time to pay attention to the boy in front of him and ran back quickly.

At that moment, a scarred, bald man rushed out of the captain's cabin:

"Everyone, find a place to squat down, don't stand up!"

"Stop moving! Lower the sails!"

"Return to base!"

He tried to maintain a calm facade, but felt his blood run cold.

These lightweight, purely transport sailboats rely entirely on wind and human power for propulsion and are simply not capable of carrying passenger cabins.

Once you enter an area with concentrated undercurrents, you'll probably be torn apart in no time.

People and boat together.

Ten minutes later.

The ship struggled to turn around and moved away from the area it had just been in.

Praise be to God!

The scarred, bald man finally exhaled after holding his breath for a long time. He calmly Soothing the Sailor and passengers below and strode into the captain's cabin.

Snap!

The door slammed shut.

He collapsed into a chair, almost completely exhausted, and reached up to wipe his bald head, only to realize belatedly that it was covered in cold sweat.

"Storm is above!"

"Luckily, it was discovered early..."

Inn Restaurant.

"Hello, beautiful ladies." A woman who had changed into a light, flowing dress approached, holding her daughter's hand. "May we sit here?"

As soon as the words were spoken, Fors and Hugh, who had just been secretly discussing how to strike up a conversation with the other person, couldn't help but exchange a strange look.

Xiu coughed lightly and flashed a bright smile:

"Sure."

As she spoke, she moved the food a little closer to herself.

The four of them then began to eat quietly.

However, the blonde girl, who had a smaller appetite, soon put down her utensils, looked up at her mother who was focused on enjoying her dinner, and her bright eyes flickered slightly.

She looked at her two older sisters opposite her, her little mouth seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.

Hugh, who had taken care of his younger brother, chuckled to himself, nudged his friend, and began to casually weave a story that children would like to hear, drawing on his own experiences.

A few minutes later.

The blonde girl couldn't help but ask, "What happens next?"

"Nina, what about your etiquette training?" Her mother frowned slightly, then looked across at the other side and said apologetically, "Excuse me, both of you."

"We only have this one daughter, and we've spoiled her rotten."

"No, it's okay." Seeing the other person's completely clueless reply, the chilling feeling he'd experienced that afternoon returned.

She forced a smile, suppressing her horror. "He's just a child."

After saying that, she continued talking from where she left off.

After the story ended, the four of them naturally started chatting.